He always thought
Everything was
Under control.

A little adjustment
Every once in a while
And things would always
Be okay.

But then
All certainties
Hit the wall
And crashed.

It only took
A single honest glance
Beyond his smiling face
Reflected on the mirror.

The ground,
No longer solid,
Gave way under his feet.

Where had
That deep, dark well
Been hiding
All these years?

It was always
In plain sight.

The one hiding
All along
Was him.